Before going down the mountain, the old Taoist priest invited everyone to have the last meal on Wanshan Mountain. It was still a little light, but it just suited Lu Ran's appetite at this time.
Regarding the story of Bona, Hui Huan has not yet had time to tell it in detail.
Ke Zhizi woke up but didn't seem to be fully awake. She neither expressed shock nor said anything about the fact that she was a "Jade Clan". She just kept holding the piece of white jade given by Xu Fang tightly and didn't really want to talk. look.
The three of them were silent in the red Dan Pagoda.
This lasted until lunch time.
Waiting for Bai Yunpiao to put everything away, He Rouyu also put the food on the table. Lu Ran and Hui Huan hugged Ke Zhizi in the middle and reluctantly sat down. Opposite them were He Rouyu, the old Taoist priest, and Bai Yunpiao. The six of them sat together. He sat down in front of a wooden table that was neither too big nor too small, ready to eat.
It can be seen that the hapless old Taoist priest is a person who values family, and people who value family generally value eating.
The old Taoist priest knocked on the table, looked solemn, and spoke slowly, "There are some things that I think I should warn you in advance."
He Rouyu fluttered her eyelashes, with a childlike smile in her eyes, "Father, is it too early to say it now?"
Yes, He Rouyu and the old Taoist priest Cihuan are not only master and apprentice, but also father and daughter.
Bai Yunpiao picked up a chopstick, tapped the giant bowl in front of him, and made two sounds of "burp" and "burp".
He is expressing himself that he is hungry.
The three teenagers opposite them had different reactions.
Hui Huan's voice was calm, and there was no surprise in his words, "Next, Master, are you going to tell us about 'Fu Tu'?"
Ke Zhizi was injured, his face was pale, and his expression became increasingly depressed. Facing the old Taoist priest who almost stabbed him to death with a sword just now, he always lowered his head and said nothing.
"Do you have a drink?" Lu Ran didn't care what he was going to talk about next. Anyway, after going up the mountain, he had already made up his mind and went back to Huan to hang out, join in the fun and try his luck.
Anyway, I have no roots, no stumbling blocks, and even no desires or desires.
"I think you should drink some wine on this occasion."
Lu Ran scratched his head and continued to ask for wine.
"Okay, I want to drink something too." Bai Yunpiao's face was expressionless, but the red tassel on his head kept shaking. It turned out that the old Taoist priest and He Rouyu relied on this thing to judge his mood.
Obviously, Bai Yunpiao was very excited at this time.
But I don’t know if it’s for “floating pictures” or for drinking.
"Then let's drink some." He Rouyu stood up and came back not long after getting two bottles of wine from somewhere. Except for Ke Zhizi, she poured a glass for everyone present.
"This fairy brewed it myself, jade red spring mud. If the children get drunk, they will stay here to feed the real dragon."
After the old Taoist priest drank a glass of wine, his face relaxed a little. He laughed dryly a few times and continued the topic: "About three hundred and fifty years ago, I almost missed another 'Futu'. But, ten days after I left that town, it was almost flattened and littered with corpses, wreckage, and all kinds of filth."
"Although almost everything has been destroyed, there are currently three of the Ten Sense Lords in the Huan Sect who came out of it. Therefore, although the Sect has always concealed the information about the 'Futu', there are still a few points. It can be determined that, firstly, the 'Futu' is a great opportunity, and big opportunities are mixed, both good and bad, and each depends on fate. Secondly, the occurrence of 'Futu' is not random, but a carefully selected time and place. Thirdly, the reward of 'Futu' is very rich, so rich that no one who knows its existence can resist it."
"Thirty years ago, in order to save my poor niece, I found traces of the real dragon, so I started refining elixirs in this mountain. Not long after, things started to get busy at the bottom of the mountain. First, the Lishan royal family, and soon my sect also sent people We have important officials in charge, and the Jumu Tianjun of the Jumu Temple was one of the beneficiaries of the 'Bu Tu' that year. Later, another He Dusu came. Of course, this is an insignificant person."
"At that time, as soon as the demonic Eight Immortals Tower was built and the Daguan sealed the road up the mountain, I knew that this Wanshan boundary would be the next place of 'Futu'. Later, how could the Jumu retreat and the Dusu didn't do any evil, he just planted a lot of trees. I gradually let go of the matter. I knew that this was the place of "Futu", but the time of "Futu" was not revealed. It was the time when the real dragon appeared. Really? After all, the last two recorded 'Buddha Maps' were thousands of years apart."
"It wasn't until that night three days ago, when the thunder fell in Fenli Town, that I knew that the day of 'Futu' was right before my eyes. Three hundred and fifty years ago, it was seven days before the day of 'Futu' , I have seen the same thunder falling from afar, and I have never forgotten it."
Hearing this, Hui Huan suddenly interjected: "I heard Lu Ran say this. He met He Dusu, and He Dusu told him that the day of 'Fu Tu' is on the sixth day of June, and there are still four days left."
He turned around, wanting Lu Ran to confirm it himself, but found that Lu Ran fell asleep on the table, not knowing whether he was too drunk or too tired.
The sound of snoring is so loud that it cannot be shaken by thunder.
Hui Huan was shocked. Master was talking about such an important thing. How could this kid sleep?
But then he thought that this was Brother Ran, so he unconsciously opened his mouth and smiled suddenly.
He Rouyu rushed to Hui Huan and waved her hand: "That's fine, there are some things that this kid doesn't know about."
The old Taoist priest also gave Lu Ran a meaningful look: "Although this boy's origin is unknown, his mind is simple. There is always some ancient evil spirit in him, but he is harmless after all."
Hui Huan explained: "He is actually from Xiaya. This may have something to do with the fact that he grew up on the Zhuohai Sea."
The old Taoist priest nodded: "That makes sense, but I'm afraid that he will die early by then, and you will be sad."
Looking back at Lu Ran's sleeping appearance, he saw that it was indeed harmless. He smiled and said, "No, Master, Brother Ran is a destined person and cannot die."
As he was speaking, Kezhizi, who had not raised his head or spoken, suddenly stretched out his hand and wiped Lu Ran's saliva.
"Wow wow wow." The red tassel on Bai Yunpiao's head began to tremble again.
The old Taoist priest couldn't understand. He looked away and continued what he had not finished: "There are still a few details that we must pay attention to."
"First of all, this 'Pagoda' is not a large-scale 'Pagoda', but it is likely to be the last one in the past century or even a thousand years."
"Secondly, the enemies, or competitors, we have to face may not just be those people under the mountain, not just He Dusu and his ilk."
"In the end, Jumu Tianjun is a perverse and cruel person, but Xu Fang can be trusted in the face of great right and wrong."
"The picture appears, thousands of opportunities change, and in the blink of an eye, thousands of immortals awaken." Hui Huan slowly read out a sentence from the intelligence he bought from the Qibei intelligence dealer.
"The picture appears, thousands of opportunities change, day and night, thousands of immortals awaken." The old Taoist priest repeated it again, and then asked, which "awakening" is it?
"Master, what I see when I return to the world is awakening consciousness."
"It seems that they changed a word. It's not Wanxianjue, but Wanxianjue, Extinction Jue." The old Taoist priest's face looked a little more unlucky, and he drank the whole drink that He Rouyu had just filled. Of wine, he added another sentence.
"That means we're all going to die."
